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So lets all raist a toast to my pretty pretty host her fingers crawl across the keys to please those who wouldnt leave so consider the ghosts as guests disease and all the rest (and we could dance on the roofs like we were brand new and all the sheets in town would all be in use) when the sun comes up we could make em all leave we could make em all leave we could make em all leave well wake to find the ears of our toast hanging up on a telephone pole blowin in new england days just as white flags showin their age a white flag showin its age just white flags showin their age Aus Songtexte Mania